Phantom

A dead man walks amongst a lush and fertile atmosphere Beauty whirls around him Still he's suffocates with drear Ripping down the curtains in his path to see more clear Praying for this soul degraded A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind A vacant figure is what's left behind Does your reflection make you scream? Neglecting pieces of what's meant to be A jaded fool Dejected phantom You are replaced by wasted years You are engraved By your own deception Leaving no trace, only wasted years Lingering to serve a void A world of black and white Cursing streets among him Though never catching sight Viciously digest the quest Of Skin, bone and sin Praying for, a soul once lived in A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind A vacant figure is what's left behind Does your reflection make you scream? Neglecting pieces of what's meant to be A jaded fool Dejected phantom You are replaced by wasted years You are engraved By your own deception Leaving no trace, only wasted years You are the phantom of these wasted years You walk these street with worn out wander A wretched crowned phantom Of all these wasted years A sovereign claimed phantom in state of thrall You are the guide to an absent mind A ghost confined with rusted hands of time You stand in the way of yourself As you rise and fall